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403 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2022
“I never thought about getting married, you know. But I want that with you.”
“That’s because you’re smart as fuck, sweetheart.”
“You heard the lady.” I offer her a smile that screams fake. “We can find a compromise.”
In hell.
While she’s riding my face under a volcano waterfall.
[…]
What the fuck am I? An animal in heat?
“You prefer being labeled a witch?”
“I prefer my given name.”
“It’s too bland for me to remember.”
“Is it a wise idea to call me names when your pussy is soaking my mouth like a little whore?”
[…]
“W-hore. I’m no one’s whore.”
“No one’s but mine, because I’ll eat your pussy like you are one.”
“If you fuck another woman, I’ll fuck a man and make you watch.”
“Oh, I won’t be watching, sweetheart. He will, as I make you scream my name while you bounce on my cock like a filthy little whore, and just when he gets a hard-on, I will slice his throat and fuck you on all fours in his blood.”
“You looked good on your knees.”
“You’re the only man I would get on my knees for.”
“In your dreams, asshole.”
“In my dreams, you’re taking my cock up your ass like a pro.”
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“And I thought there were no secrets between us, Dad.”
“Says the one who married my best friend while I was in a coma.
“Already taking sides, Gwen?”
“You’re unreasonable, Dad.”
“Not to mention a jerk,” Nate says with his usual blank expression. At least the creepiness is gone.
“Nate,” she whisper-yells. “Don’t call Dad a jerk.”
"Not any whore, no. My whore, however? Definitely."
“Your pussy knows it’s my whore, sweetheart. It’s nearly swallowing my whole fist.”
“Don’t…call me that.”
“Call you what?” He does a long lick from the bottom to the top of my slit, stealing my breath in the process.
“W-hore. I’m no one’s whore.”
“No one’s but mine, because I’ll eat your pussy like you are one.”
"I almost forgot how big, thick, and wide his cock is. It should be anywhere but inside another human."
“You’re ridiculously huge,” I mutter. “Couldn’t have a minuscule penis that fits your personality, huh?”
“For the record, if one of you kills the other, whether it’s first-degree or manslaughter, I won’t represent the other party.” He gives us a suspicious look and mutters, “You’re parents and are old enough to rise above bickering like children. Pull it together.”
“The truth remains. Kingsley and I are the personifications of water and fire. Coexisting is impossible. A healthy relationship is mythical.”
“Aspen might have inherited her ancestors’ wickedness, but she also got their soul-shattering beauty. The type they used to lure men and feast on their livers, hearts, and dicks.”
“Each feature on his face is godlike in its perfection. He has a large physique, muscular and tall, which makes him look like a model in suits. Too bad the owner chose the devil’s fruit, route, and throne as his asylum.”
“Sometimes, he looks at me as if I’m the conquest he intends to wreck into irreparable pieces. And maybe I look at him like the challenge he’ll never win. The black horse that’s never going to be tamed. It’s push and pull. Give and take. Even right now when he thinks I’m completely at his mercy, though I’m absolutely not.”
“But maybe neither Kingsley nor I were ready for one another then. Maybe we needed the time to reach this version of ourselves. A version that’s a little bit broken, a little bit dark, but still fits the other anyway. A version in which we’re each other’s worlds. Or at least, he’s mine. I’m not sure where I fit in his equation.”
”Nietzsche said that there’s always some madness in love, but there’s also always some reason in madness. And this infuriating man is my reason and my madness.”
“You looked good on your knees.”
“You’re the only man I would get on my knees for.”
empire of desire - 2.5 stars
empire of sin - 4.25 stars
empire of hate - 5 stars
empire of lust - 3 stars
“And she’s still smiling, brighter now, like a much younger version of herself. A version that’s engraved deep inside me. A version that I intend to bring out.”
“I thought we weren’t friends. Let go of me.”
“That’s true. We’re not friends, sweetheart. You’re my fucking woman.”
He's the storm. I'm the sea that refuses to be flipped upside down